Five Batty Bats
Were hanging neath the moon.
Quiet! said the first.
The Witch is coming soon!

She's green, said the second,
With a purple pointy nose.
Black boots, said the third,
Cover up her ugly toes.

Her broom, said the fourth
Can scratch you that I know!
I'm scared, said the fifth.
I think we'd better go!
Five Batty bats
Flew off into the night.
Dear me, said the witch.
That's a scary sight!